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- Doctor Sutton.
- One, two, three.

- Hello, sister.
- Hi.

Oh, streaking again, Maggie?

You're giving my poor men heart attacks.

Let's get a blanket on you, sweetheart.

Hey, you're freezing.

Sit down there.

Sorry.

It's all right, it's
them awful water tablets

they insist on putting you on.

I blame the doctors.

Right.

(HEART MONITOR ALARM)

Oh, shit! We need access.

Lilly, can you get a pink cannula?
No, blue, blue!

Back in a second.

Shit! I can't get it!
I need another one!

(PANICKED) I can't get the vein.
Where is it? Where is it?

(HEART MONITOR FLATLINES)

Right, step away.

I don't know what you think you're
playing at but we need to start CPR.

Sue, make sure the
crash call's gone out.

Alex, come and help
Lilly with ventilation

and get the nose ready as well.

What do you want me to do?

Go call a doctor.

Sync & corrections by emeline-whovian
www.addic7ed.com

There you go.

Listen, from what you've already
told me, this could be a big story.

What hard evidence do you have?

I kept a record. Names and dates.

All these people?

All these people.

Christ!

- If this is true, then...
- It is true.

..then, yeah, the paper would
definitely want to use it.

And you're prepared to go public?

- It's all there, I promise.
- I can see that,

but a story like this lives
or dies on a personal angle.

What I mean is, this isn't enough.

The Express will need you too.
Pictures, a feature.

Cath Hardacre, witness to the truth.

The shocking neglect of patients
at the Sheffield Alderman Hospital.

If I blow the whistle like this,

the Trust will do everything
to try and discredit you.

But if it's the truth?

Then the only option they have
is to play trash the witness.

I just want you to know
what you're getting into.

- What if I stay anonymous?
- No-go.

There's no credibility and the story
will die on its arse. I need you.

I've got a kid.
I can't risk losing my job.

You clearly believe
in what you're doing.

Don't you think these people
deserve the truth?

This was a mistake.
I'm sorry to waste your time.

You're right, I...

I need to be heard, but I should
have given this to the Trust.

- I need to do it the right way.
- Well, if you change your mind...

Take it and good luck.

RADIO: ..staffing crisis in A&E.

The latest figures reveal
a fresh exodus...

- Here you go, sweetheart.
- Thank you.

(KNOCK ON WINDOW)

Daddy!

Thought you weren't coming.

Don't it start at six?

She's really looking forward to it.

You can come in.

Yeah, about that...

New clutch is 90 minimum.

- Then there's labour...
- It's a crappy film, that's all.

And, bless her, she's happy with that.

Can you tell her?

You know I hate letting her down.

How was your day? Good?

Had some fun? Colouring?

Obviously this places the Trust
in a very difficult position.

These allegations of negligence...

There are others I can get details for.

..have all been fully
investigated by the Trust.

This board sees no reason to look
into these claims any further.

However, concerns have been raised
about you by other members of staff.

I'm sorry.

In the last six months,

I have received three separate
reports of bullying...

That's ridiculous.

..including use of
disrespectful language,

refusing to let your staff
leave on time...

I expect my nurses to complete
the tasks that I set them.

..and humiliating junior doctors.

I'm sorry, WHO'S complained?

They have a right to confidentiality.

- So I can't know who's accusing me?
- That is Trust policy.

Is it also Trust policy to allow

patients to lie for hours
in soiled sheets?

Or leave them without food or water?

Or send them home to die?

I'm sorry you feel that way,
Sister Hardacre,

but it doesn't change
the decision of this panel.

You're suspended pending
formal investigation.

And if the allegations
I listed are upheld,

there is likely to be further action.

(ERRATIC BREATHING)

ANSWERPHONE: Hi, you've reached
Sam Kelly, Sheffield Express.

Leave a message.

(BANG ON DOOR)

I knew it!

So, let's see this
so-called tonsillitis.

Open up, say "aah" for the doctor.

It's not been the greatest of months.

I know you'd try and bail on me, Hardy.

It's your best friend's leaving party

and you're seriously spending
Friday night on the couch?

Dead or alive, you're coming with me.

Oh, God!

(PARTY MUSIC PLAYS)

(GLASSES CHINK)

I want to thank you all for coming.

Clearly, Doctor Alison Sutton
finally leaving the country

is something worth celebrating.

- (CHEERS)
- I'm going to miss you all.

However, when a sheep farmer
as gorgeous as this one asks you

to marry him, you don't say no.

But one thing I'm not going to miss
is my terrible bloody job.

Believe me, don't let your worst
enemy become an ED doctor.

So I'd like to say goodbye
to all the pissheads,

drug casualties, weak-ankled
whingers and all the people who

thought they'd "just get it checked
out" at 11.30 on a Friday night!

(LAUGHTER)

After 20 years at the sodding
coal face, I finally got out,

so I'd like to propose a toast.

Fuck the NHS!

ALL: Fuck the NHS!

I can't take all this. You have to.

Lovely Grant won't even let me pack it.

Says Zara isn't remotely
practical on the boat.

You have no idea how long
I had to fight for bloody Boden!

I don't need charity.

It's yours or I dump it
in Cancer Research.

eBay it all. Splurge on another
lesbian skirt if you want.

I don't care.

Ah, I've had enough.

Oh, can you stop it with
the teetotal guilt trip?

Can't believe they did that to you.

This bloody job.
Best years of our lives.

You give it your youth
and then it betrays you.

Worse than any man.

Worse than Patrick.
You should have warned me.

- I did. You ignored me!
- You're my best friend.

Of course I would have listened to you.
I warned you about bloody Carl.

He does try.

You're still giving him
money, aren't you?

- I'm not.
- You never could lie.

I can always tell.

Please, for once, just
look after number one.

Cath, I can't just leave
you here like this.

- What you going to do?
- Dunno.

- Care assistant?
- But you're a great nurse.

God knows, you've got more common sense

than half the bloody doctors I work
with. More sense than me.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Anything you ever need from me,

and I mean ANYTHING, and it's yours.

_

Breath in.

_

Dad...

..I think I'm going to be a doctor.

It's taken me long enough.

ANNOUNCER: This is Edinburgh Waverley.
This train terminates here.

So I wouldn't be that far away.

Nothing's going to change for you.

Be a new start for me and Molly too.

It's a chance for a much better life.

I've something to prove.

I know I'm good enough.

(SHE EXHALES)

So why the hell are you here?

- I'm sorry?
- This is a bloody great CV.

You're a highly-qualified doctor.

Established.

And yet you just emigrate and arrive
on my doorstep begging for work?

I was looking for a new
challenge professionally.

Yeah, but why here?
This is a backward step, surely?

Let's be honest.

We both know this isn't exactly the
centre of excellence, which means

you've either killed a patient or,
worse, you've pissed someone off.

Oh, sorry. Sorry, three nights
in a row will do that to you.

OK, rewind, start again.

You are clearly good at this. Why here?

You're right. There was something.

I needed a change.

I was married.

There were problems.

We separated but I have a daughter

and I didn't want her growing up
in the middle of all that.

I felt like we needed
a fresh start, so...

here I am.

Shit, um...

OK, sorry, um...

Was he violent?

We're putting the past behind us.

OK, foot in mouth disease, chronic
case. Someone should shoot me!

OK, look, um, you are by far
the best candidate we've had.

In fact, to be honest,

you are the only decent
middle-grade candidate we've had.

Are you SURE you want to work here?

Very much.

I'll be working as a cardiology nurse.

So where does that leave me?

Train fare up there's what, 70 quid?

- It's more like 100.
- Shit!

You know I can't afford that.

This job, it's more money straight away.

No, I want to see her.
I've got a right to see her.

You do and I could have just upped
and left with her

and there's not one person who knows
us that would have blamed me,

but here I am, talking to you.

It's yearly increments.

Decent overtime as well, which is
why it makes sense for us to travel.

We'll come down to you and if
you're short, maybe I can help.

I don't need charity. I've never asked.

Sure.

I'm doing this for Molly.

(INAUDIBLE)

- So what is this job?
- I'm a doctor.

Accident and Emergency.

Is that right, aye?
I was in there last month, myself.

Haemorrhoids.

It's a bit of an occupational hazard.

Come on, sweetheart.

Look at this. It's our new home.

This is us.

In you go, babe.

Yeah, go in there, darlin'.

Oh, Molly, look at this.

Massive.

Molly...

Molly? Molly?

Molly?

WOMAN: We're up here, love.

Always try and look after you
young doctors when you move in,

right enough.

Last year I had a lovely Asian
couple, Doctor Singh and his wife.

So where is it you're working?

Emergency medicine. A&E.

- I start tomorrow at South Lothian.
- Good for you.

So where's the other half working?

It's just me and my daughter.
We're not together.

Happens, I suppose. You modern types.

(E-MAIL ALERT)

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_

(SIRENS BLARE)

Data leaks, theft of property,
drug fraud.

In all, we lose over 17 million
a year throughout the NHS.

If you see anything suspicious,
report it.

If you're thinking of stealing
anything, I'm watching you.

(INDISTINCT)

You can't show her in theatre yourself?

Fine, I'll swap you for
a directorate meeting.

- Er, no, you're OK.
- Be nice.

She's gorgeous,
ridiculously over-qualified and,

for some reason,
wants to work in St Elsewhere.

There's got to be a catch here.

Or maybe, for once, our poor
benighted department is not being

shat on from a great height.

- Look after her, please.
- Will do.

Doctor Sutton?

Doctor Sutton?

Doctor Sutton?

Ah, hi.

Hi. Andrew Brenner. Andy.

Brigitte's in a directorate meeting.
She asked me to give you the tour.

- OK, great. Ally.
- Yeah, Bridge filled me in.

Are you sure about this?
It's not too late to turn and run.

- Won't say a word.
- It can't be that bad.

Well, it's like Braveheart with
bad-tempered pensioners

and that's just Friday night.
Watch your back.

COPD. More short of breath this morning.

Just pop him in three.
I'll be there in a minute.

OK.

- OK, shall we make it quick?
- Yeah.

Resus, um...

Well, it's a pretty standard lay-out.

It's got a new IO kit,
which is kept in this cupboard,

confusingly marked "IO Kit".

Jason sponsored-cycled his way
to Land's End and back

just so he could buy a new toy.

- Jason?
- Golding.

He's one of the other consultants.

Part-time ITU, full-time triathlete.

Don't mention carb-loading.
You'll be there all day.

Ah, Karen. This is Doctor Sutton,
one of the new staff grades.

- Karen is one of our senior nurses.
- Ally.

Try and be nice to her. You know
we need all the help we can get.

- I'm nice to everyone.
- I heard that rumour!

Major bays here obviously.

You know what, I'm actually
starting to bore myself here.

OK, what do you actually WANT to know?

Oh, where do I get my coffee?

Oh, thank Christ for that.

For a second, I thought you were
going to be one of the serious ones.

I'll show you. If you're very lucky...

(PHONE RINGS)

Shit. Sorry, just a sec. Hello.

Yeah.

Yes, I told him that before
I left this morning.

Mm-hm.

OK, does she have a temperature?

Sorry. Childminder.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm a bit tied-up here.
Have you tried her mum?

Hm.

Right, hold on. Hold on a sec.

Listen, this is clearly
going to take a while

so I need you to start on minors,
yeah? Charlie?

Dr McKee? Sorry?

Take Ally to minors,
show her the system?

Sure.

Hello?

Voilà! The system.

Right, from left to right,
we've got triage in here,

then they go into waiting for doctor,
that's where you pick 'em up from.

OK!

Anything for X-ray in here,
treatment there.

I warn you - Charlie here
can be a little OCD.

I prefer methodical.

And believe me, all the best people
are on the spectrum these days.

All you really need to know is
round here, there's only one rule -

consultant or F1, no-one gets
to pick from the box of delights.

Everyone just takes the next card...

which means this one must be yours.

(RINGING)

Yeah?

Going to be eight minutes.

Go.

(TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)

Alan Turner?

Alan Turner?

Sorry, Doctor. My fault.
Bloody TV's too loud, eh?

This way.

My name's Dr Sutton.

So... what happened?

Whacked it against something.
Last night. Bloody stupid, I know.

Look, I know I'm wasting your time
here, but the wife insisted.

Well, I'm going to need
to order an X-ray.

I've already had one.

- The nurse sent me - Karen, is it?
- OK, great.

Well, I'll go take a look.

Eh.

Fractured fifth metacarpal.

Hm, I concur. Classic boxer's fracture.

You should see the other guy, right?

Yeah.

So this needs to stay on till
they see you in fracture clinic

next week, regular painkillers,
and don't punch anyone else!

Thanks, Doctor.

Course, it was last Christmas
when I lost my Bobby.

- 50 years, we were married.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

God, he used to irritate me.

Always had a bloody opinion
about everything. Always right.

I used to say to him,
"One of these days,

"I'll put arsenic in your tea
and finally get some peace!"

Do you know what he used to say?

"I'd drink it!"

Oh, well, now he's gone, and I've
got my precious peace and quiet.

(SHE SOBS)

Ah! I'm sorry, darling.

- It's OK!
- I didn't mean to.

Come here. It's all right, really.

(SHE SOBS)

(WHISPERS) Just give me two minutes.

Sh.

It's OK, it's OK.

- All done.
- Someone's obviously trained her well.

None of the other doctors
do their own dressings, and... neat!

Almost nurse standard! Well, almost.

Thank you so much. No worries.

Take care.

- Is she OK?
- Yeah, she was just a bit emotional.

Yeah, I noticed.

Dressings and a bleeding heart?!
You'll be after my job!

I like it here.

Me too.

It's different.

Sometimes fun to have a fresh start.
It's like dressing up.

So who am I?

You're Ally, but I can
still call you Mummy.

Well done. You're good at this.

Have a chip.

When's Daddy coming?

Daddy just has to work
for a little bit longer,

but we can go down and see him
whenever you want.

OK.

(SIRENS)

(ARGUING)

Hey, hey, hey!

(CHATTER)

(PHONES RING)

Welcome to hell! Er, there's an
ankle needs tweaking in resus.

- A pull, ASAP, OK?
- OK.

Thanks.

He's had 10 of morphine.

Are you giving it a pull?

Er, don't we need to get an X-ray first?

Skin's already looking a bit stretched

and Andy wanted it tweaked first.

We don't want it falling off
in X-ray, do we, Jamie?

Indeed we do not.

We'll get the plaster trolley
and we'll get cracking.

Literally.

(SHE EXHALES LOUDLY)

It's Jamie, right?

I'm Dr Sutton.

What are you going to do?

Well, we need to straighten
this ankle out quickly

to preserve the blood
supply to the foot,

- so I'm just going to gently take the weight...
- Oh, shit!

- I know, I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, no!

- It's going to hurt, I'm sorry.
- Oh, shit!

Don't! Please don't touch it!
Don't... Oh!

Just going to manipulate it round.

(HE SHOUTS OUT IN PAIN)

I promise I'll be one minute, Jamie.
I'm just going to do...

Argh!

- There.
- (LOUD CLICK)

- Ah!
- There you go.

(BOTH EXHALE)

Now doesn't that look better?
Very nice job.

Most people give a little analgesia.

I just thought we
needed to get a move on.

It's fine. Your call, totally.

Although you're clearly one hard
ED bitch. We're going to get on.

Let's get this plastered
for you, shall we?

(DOOR OPENS)

Very good. You going to fix it?

Might do for our close
contact cast trial.

What did they do in your last place?

Fix it.

- Every time.
- Personally, I think you're right.

Results with the cast
have been terrible.

But it's Pradeep's pet project.

Look, um,

I'm supposed to be looking after your
pastoral needs or whatever they call it,

so if you want to talk about the job
or, you know, life or anything...

- Then I know where you are, right?
- Yeah!

Did Brigitte say something?

She filled me in,
told me to look after you.

- Apparently, you're far too good for us.
- She's right.

I could even do it one evening
over a pint, if you like.

- You drink pints, right?
- Exclusively.

Tennent's, right? With a chaser.

How did you know?

(RINGING)

Hello?

Mm-hm.

OK, fine.

ETA?

Big accident on the M8, multiple
casualties, we're getting two,

ETA six minutes. Let's put out
a trauma call, bleep haematology.

Ally, you're with me. Let's go.

(SHE BREATHES HEAVILY)

(BEEPING)

(SHE EXHALES LOUDLY)

(PATIENT GROANS)

First one, don't have a name.

Ejected from a people carrier,

no seat belts in the back.
Husband died at the scene.

It's not pretty out there.
One, two, three.

- How long till the other?
- Right behind us.

- Six-year-old.
- OK, someone call paeds.

(PATIENT GROANS)

She's going to need pan CT.
Stable for now.

Pick up in the system, make sure
she has a group and save.

- OK.
- Wait.

Hear that?

- I can't...
- Exactly.

She was moaning
for Britain, now she's stopped.

Worry about the quiet ones.

There's nothing on the right.
It's probably blood in there.

Can you get a portable stat?

She's going to need a chest tube
before she goes anywhere. Karen?

Kid's here.

OK. This one's all yours.

Six-year-old girl,
ejected from vehicle, no response.

- Where are paeds?
- Couldn't get through to them.

I'm not getting a pulse. Starting CPR.

(SHE BREATHES HEAVILY)

(VOICES ECHO)

(SHE BREATHES LOUDLY)

That was CT. Ready as
soon as we're done here.

OK, thanks.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Sorry, it's, er... It's been a while.

Fifth intercostal space,
mid-axillary line

Andy likes to blunt dissect first.

Basically make a bloody great hole
with the forceps.

- You want me to call him?
- No. I'm fine.

(SQUELCHING)

(SQUELCH)

Whoops! There we go.

Better get this in there, unless you
fancy yourself as a little Dutch girl.

(WHISPERING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(HE SIGHS)

(HE SIGHS)

Fuck's sake!

Fuck's sake!

(CLEARS HIS THROAT)

(HE EXHALES LOUDLY)

(CLEARS HIS THROAT)

So when was the last time
you ran a trauma?

Honestly? Erm...

Not for a while.

Did Karen say something?

No. Karen...

Karen loves you.

And she hates all the women docs.

Apparently, and I quote,
you're "not a bitch."

Hm!

High praise indeed.

Listen.

Don't worry. It happens.

The good middle grades always get
stuck with the minors shit

all day and then you look up
and realise it's been six months

since you even stepped foot in resus.

Eh! You saved that woman.

You did OK. Don't worry.
It all comes back.

You can't do any worse than Brigitte.

I mean, she flaps so hard
she practically takes off.

Sorry, unprofessional.

Three kids, and no seat belts. Wh...

The others went to City. Let's
hope they did better than us.

Mm.

(DOOR OPENS)

Sorry - that drunk guy's back again,

insists he was promised
admission for a detox.

(AMERICAN ACCENT) Drunk guy.
Sounds like a job for a bad man.

OK!

Right. Lead me to drunk guy.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SHE SIGHS)

There you go.

(INDISTINCT)

At last, a doctor who admits
she doesn't know everything!

Your secret's safe with me!
The arrogant ones are the worst.

One day out of medical school
and they think they're God's gift.

Yeah. Well, I've never had that problem.

Don't worry - the nurses like you.

You're one of us,
even if you are a doctor.

Just promise me you won't
turn into a "see you next Tuesday."

I'll do my best.

Never enough, is it?
We should strike, again.

Oh, listen, we've got
the new F2 starting today.

Are you OK to give them
the grand tour, about 11?

Yeah, no problem.

- Try to stop them killing too many people.
- I'll try.

So the first thing you do
is check the board on the right...

- So what are they like?
- Young. Arrogant.

Inexperienced and potentially
lethal. That's just the good ones.

Ally? Sorry, I know you're leaving.
Pharmacy sent this back.

- Mrs Kiernan was one of yours, right?
- Yeah.

Well, there's something wrong
with the signature.

The name doesn't match the GMC number.

Sorry, I can't quite get used...

I... I, erm...

I went back to my maiden name
after the divorce

and sometimes it slips out.

Oh, of course.

- How are things?
- Yeah, fine.

You know if you ever want to talk,

or bitch or even just scream a bit,
I'm available?

How about a drink, after work?

Thanks, I'd better get Molly,
but definitely. I'd like that.

Brigitte.

- Medic's on the phone.
- Oh! At last! See you!

This Mackay woman has claimed

her mother was so dehydrated
she was drinking water

from the bloody flower vase.

Have you heard anything?

There was a nurse, sister on one
of the wards got in touch with me

a few months ago, similar claims.
I met her once, gave her my number.

And?

Well, she changed her mind
about coming forward.

Well, give a her call,
make her change it back.

(RINGING)

- Hello?
- Ally, it's Brigitte.

I'm sorry it's so early,
I hope I didn't wake you.

No. Is everything OK?

Look, I know it's short notice,
but I'm having a kitchen supper

tonight and I really want you to come.

Oh, Brigitte, I'd love to, but I
can't really ask Mona to sit again.

Oh, Molly's invited. It is Molly, isn't
it? My girls will look after her.

It's seven for eight.

OK, great.

Great! See you then.

- I'll see you there.
- Bye.

Bye.

(SHE SIGHS)

(CHATTER FROM INSIDE)

(LAUGHTER)

Come on - let's go.

Ah, Prosecco - good idea! I've just
gone for a bog-standard plonk.

- Want to swap?
- It's only Lidl!

Thrifty and stylish - you
are killing me! Hiya! I'm Charlie.

I'm Molly.

See, if you press that button,
then a horrible monster

called Brigitte will come out that
door and steal all our drinks!

You press it!

Only if I can stand
behind you when the monster comes.

Yeah?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hey!

Come in! There you go.

Oh! Fizz. I love a bottle of fizz.

Monster!

I like it when people bring fizz.
I'm going to open this right now.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

- Ah, so this is Molly!
- Are you going to say hi?

Hey. Lexi! Isla!

(POP)

Oh! Ooh!

Hey. I'm sure Molly would
like to see the hamsters.

Hi, I'm Lexi.

- Hi, Molly.
- But don't let them out of the cage, OK?

They smell terrible, but we love them.

The hamsters, that is, not the children.

OK, so we have only one rule in my
get-togethers. No shop talk, OK?

OK.

OK. So, here's to you.

Thank God you're here. Cheers.

OK, well, let's go and meet everyone.

Hiya.

Hello! What can I get you?

- We appear to have... everything.
- Erm...

- I'll have a white wine, please.
- White wine, right.

Jesus. I hope you're OK
with a stupidly large...

(THEY LAUGH)

- So you just walked out?
- I didn't really have a choice.

I can't believe I left it so long.

That takes guts,
under the circumstances.

So what about you?

I heard some people talking.

- Gossiping.
- Ah, no, no.

I can't compete with that. Erm...

We just looked at each other one day
over another takeaway

and realised it was over. Called
the solicitor the following week.

- It can't have been that easy.
- You know, we... We tried.

For the kids, you know? Same
old story. We wanted it to work.

I suppose this is where I'm supposed
to blame the job.

- But?
- I blame her.

Obviously. I'm kidding. It's, erm...

She's... We're fine. It's, erm...

She was a civilian.

You know, different worlds,
different references,

different backgrounds. Bottom line,
they don't know what you go through.

And no man is a hero
when you wash his boxers.

- You could always wash your own!
- Hey! I took the bins out!

So, that's no civilians... which just
leaves doctors, right?

- Maybe, but no anaesthetists, or ENT.
- You really are fussy, aren't you?

Possibly a nice psychiatrist.
Someone who needs a project.

- You actually think you're fixable?
- Of course.

In the right hands.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING)

Hiya. Nice top.

- Zara?
- All Saints.

Get you!

You should ask her.

How long has it been now?

Er, six months.

Seven, actually.

You should definitely ask her.

Nah. Too complicated.

I'm being as quiet as I can!

- What shift are you on?
- Middle.

- See you.
- I'll see you later.

- See. Told you I was fixable.
- It's a work in progress.

Thank you.

Right. You can have anything you want.

- Pizza!
- Pizza? OK, cool.

The number I have for her
doesn't work any more.

Do you know where she is?

It's been a few months now.

- Have you tried her at the hospital?
- No longer employed there.

They won't tell me any more.

She weren't stupid, our Cath,
except when it came to men, maybe.

Waste of space, that Carl. Maybe she
just wanted shot of him for good.

Thanks.

Going to need a highly-skilled
doctor in resus.

All right, I'm coming.

This is a little bit of anaesthetic
to make you feel sleepy

before we pull your ankle.

Did I hear you say propofol?

That's right.

Isn't that what Michael Jackson
took, you know, before he died?

Cos I'd quite... (STARTS TO SLUR)

Hm. Pretty quick.

- Ready?
- I was born ready, Doctor.

Right. OK.

_

(INDISTINCT)

- It's sort of a family get-together.
- Ah, it sounds lovely.

Yeah, it was my mum's idea for her 70th,

get the whole family
together for the weekend.

Didn't realise it'd be such
a mission to get hold of them all!

- So you're her family?
- Adopted.

Makes you value it more, somehow.

Of course, sorry.

Right.

Oh, here it is. She must have
got a new mobile or something.

That'll be it. Slave to the upgrade.
You are a life-saver.

And did she give an address?

I've got an invitation, too,
Mum doesn't trust e-mail.

I think so.

Oh, yeah, here it is.

(RINGING)

New message.

Hi, Cath, it's Sam Kelly
from the Sheffield Express.

I hope this is the right number.
I need to speak to you urgently.

- Do you know Alison Sutton?
- I went to uni with her.

Heard she went to New Zealand,
married some farmer type.

Still waiting for your passport.

If you can't dig it out,
you're going to need a new one,

otherwise they'll stop your wages.

(SHE SIGHS)

I don't know what to do.

She lost it a bit, actually, Ally.

It doesn't pay to bottle things up.

You can talk to me, you know,
whatever it is.

Can you keep a secret?

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